Supreme Magus - Chapter 477

Chapter 477






They all backed away from the threshold, each weaving their best spells .

Manohar came flying out if his cell at breakneck speed . The prisoners' eyes turned blue as several Warping Arrays appeared throughout the room, trying to intercept the Mad Professor .

He dodged them all by continuously changing his flight path . He stopped at the last second in front of the door, avoiding the one which appeared where he would have been if he had kept flying straight .

"I beat you again, woman . " He yelled in triumph while escaping . "I knew you would try to get me once I crossed the…"

His euphoria disappeared when he noticed there was no one behind the door . The Warping array had affected an area large enough to capture Lith's team .

"Wait, did I say stay away from the door? I meant: stay as far away as you can . Dammit . What kind of world do we live in where a kidnapped man has to rescue his rescuers?"

For a second, Manohar thought about leaving on his own, but dimensional magic was sealed again and he had no idea how to get out of what was clearly a death trap . The real deal breaker, though, was that losing his companions or a fight was the same for him .

"I never lose!" Manohar yelled while preparing all the spells he could hold before walking back in front of the prisoners .





"Round 2, lady . Ready when you are . "

Thrud was amused by his spunk and more than happy to oblige . A Warp array brought him in her throne room, where they were all waiting for him . She was sitting on a perfect replica of the royal throne, sipping red wine from a glass .

The throne was made to resemble a rearing griffon . Its hind lion paws were the chair's legs while its front eagle talons made the armrests . She had a broadsword on her lap . The blade had seven magical stones of different colors on each flat side .

The ones closest to the hilt were bright red while the ones near its tip were bright purple . A white mana crystal went straight through the center of the cross shaped hilt, pulsing in unison with the other crystals .

Every one of those present was in shock from the moment of their arrival .

'Say that again . ' Lith thought, unwilling to believe his own eyes or even Solus's mana sense for the first time since they had met .

'That woman is insanely powerful,' Solus repeated for the fourth time with her voice flat in astonishment . 'and her mana core is rainbow colored, whatever that means . '

Just like the artifact on her lap, Thrud's core had every possible shade of the known mana core ranks . Arthan's Madness wasn't as effective as Awakening . Even though it managed to strengthen her core over the centuries, the accumulated impurities prevented Thrud's mana core from stabilizing .

Yet that didn't make her any less deadly .





"That's the Sword of Saefel . " Jirni's voice was barely a whisper . She was well aware of the powers of the weapon that once belonged to the Original King, Valeron Griffon .

"No, you are wrong . " Thrud replied between sips .

"This is the Sword of Arthan . My father knew that people like you lot couldn't be trusted . That's why during his last years he took the precaution of having both the Royal Sword and Armor extensively studied .

"That way he could leave his full legacy to his descendants after you small minded, petty peasants destroyed decades of his hard work and sacrifices . " Her voice was sweet, but full of poison .

The passing of time hadn't quelled her hatred . For her, it was like Arthan's beheading happened just yesterday instead of centuries prior . The ground trembled below their feet due to the unrelenting attack of the Spellbreakers on the array protecting the building .

Vastor couldn't take his eyes off the capsule behind the throne . Like any competent healer, he had studied all of the little information the Crown had disclosed about Arthan's madness .

Even though it was an evil contraption, it had helped the healing arts to progress by leap and bounds . The idea of killing even a single person made his innards churn, yet seeing Thrud so young made his mind spin so fast he had fallen to his knees .

'The real Arthan's madness . I wonder how would it feel to be young again . To become more powerful than Marth, maybe even than Manohar . Maybe my Vilya and my own children would finally respect me, instead of just seeing me as a giant wallet . '





Vastor wasn't charming or young anymore when he married, and he did it out of self interest . There was no love between him and his wife . He had always neglected his children to pursue his ambitions and now that they were grown up, they were returning the favor in full .

Now that he was old, Vastor regretted many things . For a second, he considered Arthan's madness as his second chance . As his opportunity to start from scratch somewhere far away from the Griffon Kingdom and do things right for once in his life .

Then, his eyes fell on the mountains of corpses piled up at the corners of the room . Thrud's clones were of different ages, some very old and some barely more than children . Some were still lying around, like dirty laundry .

Their bodies were all dried up, mummified by the extraction process of their life force and mana flow .

"How many?" Vastor gritted his teeth in outrage . Nausea and scorn snapped him out of his reverie, giving him the strength to stand up .

"How many people have you killed to keep yourself young?"

Thrud laughed at his question, like a Queen at her jester's joke .

"I don't know . Do you remember how much bread you have eaten in your life? Well, neither do I . " To reinforce the effect of her words, she raised her glass above her head and tilted it slowly .

The wine fell down in red droplets which had small arms, legs, and heads . They weren't real people, just the effect of water magic on her drink to alter its shape . Yet Vastor shuddered as he could almost hear the screams of all her victims falling down her throat .

Kilian was stunned by both the size of the protective array surrounding her hideout and the power source that she had at her disposal to fuel it . He could see dozens of tier five spells crashing against the barrier through the windows, yet aside from making it visible, they seemed to have no effect .

'Even if they manage to take it down, we'll be long dead by then . ' He inwardly cursed . When they had appeared inside the room, his Third Eye had revealed no arrays, but the sheer brilliance of Thrud's equipment was blinding .

Kilian tried calling for back up, but his communication amulet was dead as a doornail .

Manohar appeared less than a minute after they did, showing no concern for the dead bodies, the throne, nor for the gravity of their situation .

"Well, you're all alive, which could already be considered a miracle considering how dumb you are . " He taunted them before turning towards Thrud . "Let's kick that old hag's ass and…"

The Mad Professor was expecting to see Hessie's homely body, while Thrud was quite a stunner and she was aware of it . She enjoyed the mix of terror and desire all of her victims experienced while gazing upon her true form like the goddess she believed she was .

"I take back the old hag part . " Manohar raised his hands in apology . "You're definitely the second most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but we're going to kick your ass anyway . "

Thrud ignored her prey's empty threat, but his words were unacceptable nonetheless .

"What do you mean second?"

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